Something had moved in the backseat, but now I saw nothing. Had I imagined it? My gaze flicked across the rearview mirror, scanning for motion. I tilted the mirror again, aiming it down. Without warning, the seatbelt buckle tumbled to the side as the car’s weight shifted underneath me. It was her. I ducked and threw myself flat across the passenger seat, just in time. An invisible arm swept through my hair, barely missing me. My ribs crunched into the hard knob of the gearshift. But no pain. Adrenaline doused my body. I rolled onto the floor, wiggling down in front of the seats to escape her. Ashley was in the car with me. She’d laid an ambush. The seat squeaked to the side, and I heard her breathing fast behind me, coming for me. A hand closed on my arm, and I shrieked and shook her off, kicked blindly. My heel made contact with a limb, winning a satisfying yelp.
